The human army continued its systematic slaughter of any remaining Leviathans. These creatures, taken from some conjured nightmare, proved helpless before the blades, spears, and hammers of the forces they had attempted to consume. The battle had been savage, fought inside the Wendy Country where an obsidian obelisk lay—the heart of the Leviathan Race's collective power. The army they faced was more than ten times larger in sheer numbers. Despite that, they had crushed it!
The God stood a short distance away from the main fray. His body trembled faintly from time to time, indicating the backlash he had suffered was still coursing through him, but he seemed unconcerned by any pain. Instead, his attention rested on the young man cloaked in lightning and fire who fought at the forefront, the King of the Xaos Civilization.
Vlad rallied the troops with unparalleled might, flashing across the battlefield and butchering any Leviathan that dared remain upright.
